At this very moment, Golov and Cimikas squatted together cautiously hiding behind two wooden boxes to avoid getting caught in the melee and becoming one of the bodies on the ground.
"What the hell is that Mute doing?"
Golov angrily watched as Rolff stood in the center of the field, surrounded by thugs yet still looking defiant as he confronted the Red Viper and the Wanderer.
Yes, those stunts are flashy — taking out a few pawns, striking a few poses, but...
Can't that Mute see that this warehouse is full of the elite thugs of the Blood Vial Gang? Inside and out, three layers deep, even if he takes down another ten men, it will not help, there is no chance of winning?
And what's more, the most troublesome threat...
Golov moved his gaze, warily looking at the black-clothed Assassin standing in the shadows at the other end of the warehouse, who was motionlessly watching the situation unfold.
Damn it.
Golov smashed his fist onto the crate furiously.
